"When I walk in the spa, this is what I see. Everyone stops and they're staring at me. I got passion in my jodhpurs and I ain't afraid to show it."
"When I walk in the spa, this is what I see. Everyone stops and they're staring at me. I got passion in my jodhpurs and I ain't afraid to show it."
I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she's a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she's a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she's called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.
"I don't understand why you waste all that money on carbon fiber and titanium bikes when you could own the cadillac of velos!"
Mr. Wild Dingo left for China yesterday and he forgot to put his beloved leather boots in the closet.
Many don't know this, but Juno is an avid recycler. She was happy to discover Switzerland's strict recycling rules, such as separating all plastics, aluminum, glass and cardboard into separate bins. The second week I was here, I made a big faux pas by tossing some used paper towels into the green trash bin without […]
They're an unlikely pair. Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo. He prefers goofy, gruff, manly dogs and she prefers me. But every Sunday, the one day per week the four of us are together, she's his and he's hers for the day. The ritual of taking her leash each Sunday has bonded them in ways beyond my imagination.
She's come so far. Sometimes it's hard to believe. We still have strong memories of her growling and running away from Mr. Wild Dingo and insisting on her aloof ways. She still growls from time to time at him, sulking because Mr. Wild Dingo may have given Loki attention before giving it to her, or gave him more attention. You […]
"Everything's fine here. Hope you're having fun without us. Booo-wah-ha-ha-ha!" Can someone call my neighbor and make sure the house is in one piece?